Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.